Текст и перевод песни Aristide Bruant - A Grenelle

A Grenelle

Quand j'vois des fill's de dix-sept ans,
? A m'fait penser qu'y a ben longtemps,
Moi aussi j'l'ai? t? pucelle,
A Grenelle.

Mais c'est un quartier plein d'soldats,
On en renconte? tous les pas,
Jour et nuit i's'font sentinelle,
A Grenelle.

J'en ai t'i' connu des lanciers,
Des dragons et des cuirassiers,
I's m'montraient? m'tenir en selle,
A Grenelle.

Fantassins, officiers, colons
Montaient? l'aussaut d'mes mam'lons,
I' m'prenaient pour eun' citadelle,
A Grenelle.

Moi j'les prenais tous pour amants,
J'commandais tous les r? giments,
On m'app'lait mam' la colonelle,
A Grenelle.

Mais? a m'rapportait que d'l'honneur,
Car si l'amour? a fait l'bonheur,
On fait pas fortune avec elle,
A Grenelle.

Bient? t j'm'aper? us qu'mes beaux yeux
Sonnaient l'extinction des feux,
On s'mirait pus dans ma prunelle
A Grenelle.

Mes bras, mes jambes, mes appas,
Tout? a foutait l'camp,? grands pas.
J'osais pus fair' la p'tit' chapelle,
A Grenelle.

Aujord'hui qu'j'ai pus d'position,
Les r? giments m'font eun'pension:
On m'laiss' manger? la gamelle,
A Grenelle.

? A prouv' que quand on est putain,
Faut s'? tablir Chauss?'-d'Antin,
Au lieu d'se faire eun'client? le,
A Grenelle.

At Grenelle

When I see girls of seventeen,
It makes me think that long ago,
I was also a virgin,
At Grenelle.

But it is a district full of soldiers,
You meet them everywhere you go,
Day and night they stand sentinel,
At Grenelle.

I knew some lancers,
Dragons and cuirassiers,
They showed me to stay in the saddle,
At Grenelle.

Infantrymen, officers, colonels
Climbed to the assault of my breasts,
They took me for a citadel,
At Grenelle.

I took them all as lovers,
I commanded all the regiments,
They called me 'Mommy the Colonel',
At Grenelle.

But it brought me only honor,
For if love has brought happiness,
You can't make a fortune with it,
At Grenelle.

Soon I realized that my beautiful eyes
Were ringing the extinction of the fires,
No one admired my beauty anymore,
At Grenelle.

My arms, my legs, my sex appeal,
Everything was gone, in long strides.
I didn't dare to play the little chapel anymore,
At Grenelle.

Today that I have no more position,
The regiments give me a pension:
They let me eat from the mess tin,
At Grenelle.

It proves that when you're a whore,
You have to establish yourself in Chaussée-d'Antin,
Instead of making a client for yourself,
At Grenelle.